Wildhearts, The – Caprice

mix up, start, stop, start, wait a minute… shut down

losing the plot, losing the plot, losing the plot ’til there’s nothing to see but the ground

head inside a rut – it’s like my mind is shut, I hope I cope this time

drink and drugs will only amplify (oo-oo)

(well) I still got my music, so let’s give that a try

sounds that can soothe you, and sounds that can move you and improve you child

CHORUS:

caprice (x6)

help me see this pain doesn’t matter – I’m fine

no-one get me, I don’t get me, no-one get me, I don’t get me, I just need a little time

head inside a rut, the mental link is cut, I’m holding on for life

no-one knows quite what to really say, guess they wouldn’t make a difference anyway

friends they can use ya, well friends they can use you and abuse you child

but never be denied, like the circles in the sky, heaven ain’t rolling, rolling, rolling…

CHORUS:

caprice (x5)

[(plus some very strange whisperings at the end that I really haven’t got a clue about!)]